Discovering the Mob ( ON HOLD)

Chapter 11

Sometimes dreams are about things you wish would happen. Other times they are considered to be nightmares waiting to pounce on you. Then there are dreams that are the in between. That's where you don't know if its something you desire, or something you should fear.

Francesco sits up in bed from shock. His hands are moist. His body glistens with sweat. He tries to catch his breath. He looks around to find himself in his dark bedroom.

Reaching for the lamp switch, he gets off the bed. Pacing back and forth, Francesco's mind begins to wonder what he saw. More so what he felt in that dream.

He saw himself at the mercy of sorrow. The incompetence of not being able to do anything. He couldn't save her. Her. Helena. His life has always been at the cross line of death, that's why he never cared for love or to be loved.

But in his dream what he felt was more than what he imaged love to feel like. It was the feeling of indignation, and agony of losing her. The thought of having his lifetime worth of enemies take away something his is one thing, but taking something he's starting to care about is another.

That's when realization hits him. He's developing something towards Helena he didn't think could happen. Is it caring? Is it his possessive nature? Is he falling for her? Or is it just lust?

Could life be so cruel to sent him this woman to destroy him? Yes, he is not considered a holy saint, but he is far from being the worst there is.

Maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. Maybe its just lust that drives his attraction to her. He needs her to be his just once so that feeling could go away.

"Fuck." He murmurs to himself. He slips on the pants hanging from the chair. With his gun firmly in place he walks down the halls. Its only four am.

He stops at his destination. His hand lifts to knock at the door but he decides against it. It's his house. He shouldn't have to knock at any door. If anyone had a problem with that then they should start packing their shit to leave.

Francesco turns the knob to open the door but it won't budge. Smirking to himself in an inside joke. Of course someone like her wouldn't leave the door opened to be easily accessed to anyone. And since she knows there's multiple guards patrolling the area all hours of the days, it doesn't take him long to conclude that its him who she's trying to keep out.

He turns around more amused with her each minute. Maybe next time he will get another opportunity but tonight he'll sleep to the thought that his Cara is safe in his house and messing with him even in sleep.

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Helena opens the gates soundlessly. Its four am and the sky is clear of any form of light. The setting is perfect for a spy movie.

She follows the directions repeating in her mind. First building to the left in the basement. The basement looks deserted. She can hear the small feet of rodents around but its too dark to see what kind are they.

Like the professional she is, she has her weapons on both hands. Ready to attack if she was followed, but she's smarter than most people notice.

Getting out of Francesco's house is the easy part the hard part is going around all the guards and the blind spots of the cameras. Hopefully no one notices her disappearance this late at night.

'Hello, Helena."

She turns around, aiming her guns at her father. "Director." She nods.

A small light is turned on. Enough for her to see him.

"I recommend you put the weapons down now." His voice is full of authority. After all the years of hating him she still holds the fear she has for him. She puts both guns back in place at her holster. "Good. Did you get the USB?"

"No."

He nods. "Its been weeks." He calmly states. "Its been weeks!". He yells to her. Helena can clearly see the veins on his for head become visible. His anger blowing right through her.

"I know. I need more time."

"We have no time. You have an assignment to complete. And you will complete it like it or not."

"I will." She says loud enough for him to hear.

"I hope you don't respicate the feeling he has towards you." Her fathers words surprise her. Francesco doesn't have any feelings for her but lust. "Do not underestimate the circumstances Helena. Whether you are undercover or not, I control the entire operation. You have one month to complete your assignment or else."

"Or else what?" She frowns

"I'll step in and kill him my self and bury him right next to you."

Helena controls the emotions passing within her. She nods, confirming that she understands his threat.

"Til next time."

"Til next time." She murmurs back to him as he leaves her alone in the dark.

She knew nothing was simple with that man. She knew it was too good to be true. Just killing the head of the mob and collecting the damn USB drive is hard enough, but she was willing to pay the price for her freedom. Now he doesn't give her a choice. Its either do it and stay alive or dont and get killed.

One question leaves her stunned to her core. Can a father really be capable of killing his own daughter?

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